Title

A soul of darkness, the face stolen from an angel

by gothamalleyviper
Storyline Crossing the Line
Characters Alfred Pennyworth Batgirl Batman Catwoman Wonder Girl Wonder Woman Supergirl Lex Luthor
Category
Previous Chapter Kara wakes with a really bad dream

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Kara re-awoke to the sounds of the door opening.  She pulled the covers up around her in a panic.

“Good morning,” Alfred announced as he entered the room, “Coffee or Tea?”

“Milk?” Kara asked sheepishly.

“I am afraid it is not farm fresh,” Alfred stepped outside and returned with a cup on a saucer of milk, “But it is fresh.  The towels are here on the dresser, and the shower is right here next to the closet.  Breakfast is in a half an hour.”

Alfred left the room and then took a car with coffee, tea and other goodies away as he closed her door.  Kara was conflicted, any of these people could kill her if they wanted… and she realized just how vulnerable she was… and she was expected to have breakfast with them?  That was silly, if nothing else, Alfred would protect her on the grounds that hurting a guest wasn’t polite.  Still the comments Lois had made some time ago about rich people having dinner parties to commit murder came back to her.  With a sigh she pushed the sheets off of her and went to take a shower.

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Lex walked into the main chamber of the lab complex, everything was almost ready, Galatea needed one more component in order to be complete, a template scan, one that he would personally see be provided.

“Where is everyone?” Luthor asked as his eyes went from Talia, to Mercy to Hope, to Ras.

“They have set everything up,” Ra’s answered, “now they have removed themselves from the area.”

“Lets get this done with,” Luthor said as he walked towards the electric chair like devise.

Ra’s al Ghoul said something in what sounded like ancient Egyptian, then Mercy and Hope drew their pistols and turned them on Luthor.

“So this is the double cross?” Luthor calmly noted.

“Ancient magic’s can still be very effective,” Talia boasted, “especially against the weak willed.”

Luthor didn’t say anything, just remained calm and smug.

“Any last words?” Ra’s said cryptically.

“Pickle.”

The shots rang out, one to the head one to the lungs.

“Ra’s as you bleed out I want you to know that the reason they were so ‘weak willed’ as you put it was because they both agreed to certain treatments to prevent this sort of thing from happening,” Luthor took off his suit coat, “Hope in the chair.”

“Yes Mister Luthor,” was the drone like answer.

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Savage felt it, he was not as magically inclined as many of the other immortals, but the event resonated.  What’s more he felt another.  He went to the storage room in the Mansion, he still had days for the plane to make it across the Pacific ocean but he still needed to polish the old friend.  Dispatching him with a dull and rusty sword wouldn’t do.  There was a smile as he thought about how the New Zealand police would react to a scene from the Highlander movie being enacted right in front of them with real immortals.

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Kara could tell she was not the first one at the breakfast table as she heard the somber ruckus from the hallway.

“Still need bacon bird boy!” Barbara (the Oracle) Gordon seemed to be shouting.

“Master DICK!” Alfred shouted sternly.

“Please pass the orange juice!” Diana said, “Dear sister you have to try these.  They are Alfred’s special recipe.”

As Kara walked into the room she saw Dick in jeans and a shirt walking across the long table with a plate in his mouth while doing a hand stand.  Raven was dressed in a loose fitting black blouse and pants as she maneuvered Barbara’s wheelchair around the buffet table.  Bruce was in a tee-shirt and jeans looking even more morose then last night as he watched a small tablet computer.  Diana was seated with her sister Donna in matching white Grecian togas and sandals.  An older woman that she didn’t know was drinking coffee and eating some eggs, and seemed completely immune to the insanity of the scene in front of her.  A dark haired woman that Kara guessed was Huntress was seated next to the old woman and seemed completely smitten with Dick.  Just then she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Excuse me,” Selina said as she moved Kara a little over to the left so she could get past, “Better not leave that open to long or you might get something stuck in it.”

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Hope was dead, but the mind was jump started.  There was everything needed, the skills, the knowledge, the obedience.  Galatea would be his weapon.


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CJ - 7/29/2014 1:24 PM
I just looked up variants of Susan, I actually wanted to use Zsuzsa, but figured Xuxa would be easier to remem
Evva - 7/29/2014 1:15 PM
CJ, are you really using Xuxa? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xuxa_1 Well, she was big at latin america and iberic countries, it is like call someone as Dolly Parton or Sade
solddate - 7/28/2014 9:05 AM
>Blue Man - Always nice to see Harley having a positive effect on writing trends. Very nice work, btw.
LesLes - 7/27/2014 4:11 PM
Wow, @Blue_man, so good and so hot! Loved the way you gave the sorceress some personality and her nice mummudrai surprise! And now I need your Tumblr recs ;)
gothamalleyviper - 7/27/2014 1:02 PM
@Colleem, put it in Message board and I will post any thoughts for you.
LesLes - 7/27/2014 12:23 PM
@colleem: post it on the messageboard and I'm sure someone will take a look?
colleem - 7/27/2014 10:09 AM

colleem - 7/27/2014 3:58 AM
Would someone be so kind and look over my chapter? Will write one soon but english isnt my native
ESchorcho - 7/23/2014 3:19 PM
Great chapter, MacroLass. Thanks for adding. Check the message board.
MacroLass - 7/23/2014 12:42 PM
Ask and ye shall receive. I just wrote a new chapter.



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